Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.